A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

A volume of books was printed one after another, and Shen An even personally showed how to change the movable type.

"It's very simple. The baking potion, look, it's taken out."

Shen An took out the movable type, then combined it and printed out a few poems.

"Why are engravings so expensive?" Shen An felt that Zhao Shu and the ministers had not yet seen the best part of movable type.

"Engraving blocks are used to print things. One edition is the same and the words cannot be changed. In other words, the engraved board will be useless if it is not printed. But movable type is different, it can be changed and combined at will."

Shen An looked at Han Qi and said, "Prime Minister Han, it would be disrespectful for me to reject those three calligraphy and paintings."

Han Qi couldn't help but feel heartbroken for a moment, and then said: "That's it, you can choose it yourself later."

Although Lao Han is domineering, his reputation is still very good.

Shen An looked at Ouyang Xiu, "Ms. Ouyang, the authentic work of Yu Shinan..."

Yu Shinan’s authentic work!

It can be called a priceless treasure.

"It's yours."

The corners of Ouyang Xiu's eyes were twitching, and he was obviously in pain.

There is also a calligraphy and painting promised by the official.

The official's treasury must be a treasure, but Shen An must know what's appropriate and just pretend to have forgotten the official's previous promise.

This is the duty of a minister.

But Shen An smiled and said: "Guan family, I heard that there is a calligraphy by Yan Zhenqing in the palace..."

This Shen An is so brave!

Zhao Shu looked at him with cold eyes.

Shen An was still smiling.

The atmosphere was not right, Bao Zheng was glaring at Shen An, but Shen An remained the same.

Zhao Shu suddenly asked: "Why are you so bold? Aren't you afraid that I will hate you?"

Shen An smiled and said: "The Great Song Dynasty reaffirmed the contract. From the moment the official made the promise, he made a contract with his ministers. Once the contract is made, it cannot be broken, even the emperor can't. Otherwise, how can the world reaffirm the promise?"

Everyone was silent.

Shen An feels that what he likes most about the Song Dynasty is its emphasis on contracts. "I am not short of money. If I could, I would also offer a large reward for good calligraphy and painting. But compared with these, I value the fulfillment of a contract more."

He wanted to tell everyone through this matter that the emperor should also abide by the contract.

With this premise, in the future, the monarch and his ministers will reach some tacit understanding similar to a contract. Only with these tacit understandings can the situation of the Song Dynasty be stable.

Zhao Shu nodded, "I will keep my promise."

This is a good start.

Han Qi and others obviously thought of this, so they looked at Shen An with more admiration.

This boy is always so cunning, and he can dig a hole to bury the official's family in any matter.

However, the official was obviously willing to be buried, so he said with a smile: "Your Guoguo has countless famous calligraphy to learn from. I am afraid that he will become a great master in the future, and your calligraphy..."

Shen An's words are a joke.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Amid laughter, Zhao Shu said: "This thing is of great use in education, and you have made a great contribution..."

Shen An handed over his hand and said, "Guan family, this thing is not the first of its kind."

"Oh!" Zhao Shu asked curiously: "Who is it?"

"Bi Sheng!"

"Who is Bi Sheng?"

The prime ministers and assistants had no contact with each other. When they looked at each other, they knew that the other party had never heard of this person.

"This man was originally a craftsman in a printing shop." Shen An said seriously: "Later, he invented movable type printing, but no one took it seriously."

Zhao Shu praised: "In this case, I should reward him."

"He has been gone for more than ten years." Shen An felt that Bi Sheng should live to accept this honor.

"So...you're fine."

Zhao Shu suddenly came over and patted Shen An on the shoulder, "As a powerful person, you have the ability to keep this matter secret and take movable type printing as your own, but you told the truth frankly, which is good."

He turned around and said: "Bisheng Bi Sheng."

"yes."

Han Qi and others obeyed the order. As for what to pursue, we have to go back and study this.

However, the merits of movable type printing are so great that Shen An reckons they are not small.

Then news came from the palace that the officials had appointed a craftsman named Bi Sheng as the training envoy of the Qizhou regiment.

The royal family has the most appearance of this award in regimental training. A craftsman actually got this. Why?

There was a burst of curiosity from the outside world.

Then Shen An took the craftsmen to Yu Street.

"Movable type printing?"

A piece of paper is posted with each step of printing from movable type.

The craftsmen began to demonstrate.

"How can this happen?"

The people in the printing shop went crazy, copying the steps and recording every step the craftsmen made.

Then the news fully came out.

"It was a craftsman named Bi Sheng who invented movable type. Unfortunately, no one took it seriously, and the craftsman eventually passed away in depression. Later, Shen An accidentally learned about this, thought about it, and successfully invented movable type."

Zhao Yunrang was holding a book and reading. Hearing this, he said: "Bi Sheng has great merits, and Shen An also has merits."

The servant who came to report said: "Yes, many scholars are praising this matter."

Zhao Yunrang said happily: "Those scholars didn't like Shen An in the past, but now they can only praise him against their will. I think Shen An will be very proud."

The old servant coughed dryly and said, "Alang, Shen An got several calligraphy and paintings, which are priceless! One of them is liked by the officials."

"Tsk! That greedy boy, Thirteenth Lang was tricked by him."

Zhao Yunrang waved his hand and Asu stepped back.

"Is anyone envious?"

The servant said: "Yes, some people say that Shen An is lucky."

"Idiot!" Zhao Yunrang said disdainfully: "Then Bi Sheng made movable type, he must not be the only one who knows about it. Why don't those people use it? This is called discerning with a wise eye. And those who don't use it are all idiots who have no eyesight!"

"Alang, Shen An's move has eased the relationship with those people."

Zhao Yunrang nodded, "It's a good thing!"

"Alang, the time has come."

Zhao Yunrang nodded and immediately stood up to change clothes.

Later he appeared in Zongzhengji Temple.

"I've met the prince."

All the clan members stood up to greet him.

Zhao Yunrang nodded and sat at the top.

He frowned and glanced at Zhao Zong'e first, and then said: "The weather is going well this year. This is the blessing of our ancestors and your assistance. The official family is very happy."

hehe!

Everyone laughed apologetically, but most of them were disdainful.

The blessings of the ancestors are nothing more. If you, Zhao Yunrang, talk about everyone's assistance, isn't this just telling lies?

Since Zhao Shu ascended the throne, the clan's life has become more and more difficult. It can be said that Wang Xiaoer's New Year is worse than the last.

Zhao Yunrang coughed dryly, "What do you want me to do when you invite me here? You have something to talk about, but nothing else... A new group of singers has arrived in my house, and Shen An has paid a few jars of fine wine, just in time to have some fun."

This shameless old thing!

Zhao Yunliang dared to bet that at least 90% of the people present were secretly cursing Zhao Yunrang.

Zhao Zongjiang stood behind him and waited, suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Daddy, money!"

Zhao Yunliang nodded and moved his lips slightly, "Let others take the lead."

Zhao Zongjiang stood up straight, feeling that his father was a little timid.

Zhao Zong'e stood up and said: "Prince, the money and food for this month have not been distributed yet. The family can't even open the pot."

As he spoke, he farted, and the clan man behind him almost lost his breath in an instant.

"Yes! It's already two days late."

"What's the rush?" Zhao Yunrang patted the case and said, "You won't starve to death even if you don't eat for two days!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Yunliang.

Zhao Yunliang was wearing a Taoist robe with a thin face. The Taoist robe looked empty, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Zhao Zongjiang was not much better, with a fairy-like expression on his face.

The father and son are now on the road.

"But there is no food at home!"

"Besides, the officials distribute money and food on time, why can't we and the clan?"

"Could it be that the officials want to starve us to death?"

"Yes, we can save money by starving to death!"

"If there is no result today, I will not leave."

"..."

Amid the excitement, Zhao Yunrang also had a headache. He cursed: "What a noise! ​​Just listen to me."

But everyone is still making trouble.

Zhao Yunrang got angry and kicked the table over, causing the tea cups and other things on it to fall to the floor.

Okay, it's quiet.

Zhao Yunrang said with great satisfaction: "Just wait, I'll go ask."

He went straight out. When he reached the street, he found a small shop and went in. He shouted skillfully: "Have a bowl of hot and sour soup, and a pancake. The pancake should be dry and freshly baked."

The store agreed and delivered it later.

The hot and sour soup is also Shen An's creation. The taste of this restaurant is good. Zhao Yunrang has eaten there more than ten times, but they are all takeaways.

He broke up the scones and soaked them in the hot and sour soup. He stirred it a few times with his chopsticks and watched the crumbs of the scones sink. Zhao Yunrang took a satisfied sip.

ah!

He couldn't help but shake his head and praised: "This is the smell."

After eating the delicious food, he went to the imperial city.

He didn't go in, but squatted outside the gate of the political hall.

Damn it!

This is the official's biological father!

If an official sees him without even a stool outside the political hall, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net everyone will be prepared to be sent away.

The door asked him to come in. Lao Zhao shook his head and said he was waiting for news.

When the news came in, Han Qi and others lined up.

"I've met the prince."

Everyone bowed respectfully.

Zhao Yunrang just squatted there and said nothing.

Han Qi bent down and asked: "Prince, this is..."

Zhao Yunrang sighed: "The clan is going to starve to death."

Why?

Han Qi looked up and everyone shook their heads.

"Invite Han Jiang."

Han Qi had a dark face, thinking that this matter had nothing to do with Zhengshitang, why did you just come here to find it?

But he didn't dare to neglect, and even though Zhao Yunrang tried to persuade him several times, he didn't go in and just squatted next to him to accompany him.

Others were fine squatting, but Han was too fat and couldn't hold on anymore, so he simply sat on the ground.

His action was noticed by Zhao Yunrang, and he couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Officials like to maintain their own image, and someone like Han Qi is pretty good.

Han Jiang came later and was confused after hearing this, "The money and food of the Third Division are not bad!"

Why did the Sansi, who was not short of money, miss the clan's salary?

Moreover, all the money and food were collected by oneself, which meant that the clan members' trip was in vain.

Han Jiang didn't know either. He hurried back to Sansi and almost vomited blood when he asked.

"Take it!"

He then went to the palace to plead guilty.

"What?"

Zhao Shu was also shocked when he got the news.

"Your Majesty, there are officials in the Third Division colluding with the store clerks to smuggle grain out..."

"They sold the money and food, and then they made a magic elixir and sold it everywhere, saying that eating it would prolong life and make them immortal."

Zhao Shu and the ministers all thought of one person.

"Shen An!"

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